Winds of Change

August 29, 2006

Xanga-Matt

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As I sit here, the clock slowly ticking away the twilight hours, a cool breeze wafts in, reminding me that it’s unnaturally cold outside for this time of the year. My bed sits next to me, pillows and blankets beckoning me to join them for a good nights’ slumber. “Not yet,” I say.

My gaze turns outside where the world lays its head, mostly asleep. The stars above are unseen, hidden by the clouds. Flora and fauna quietly snore contentedly, having drank for most of the day. Street lamps stand erect, ever vigilant, ever ready with their beacons of light. With the stars hidden, it is their moment to shine. Another breeze wafts in. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin, speaking a language even the blind’d understand.

This breeze is not cold nor wet nor dark. It smells different. It feels different. “Summer is over; autumn approaches” is its rallying cry. “Green will fall away to brown! Tomatoes to pumpkins! Play to school!” I look at my calendar. August is becoming September. But something is different here. It is not just a simple change of seasons. It is not simply watermelons to caramel apples. It is something bigger, waiting for its time. And that time just may be coming very, very soon.

I shiver, this time in anticipation. My bed continues to sit next to me; the pillows and blankets still beckoning for me to join them for a good nights’ slumber. “Okay,” I say. I crawl inside, pulling the blankets close, finally ready for a good nights’ slumber.

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